Wasting
It's most fun to live on the line,
and see derivatives in-front of your eyes...
It's most fun to be alive and see for your side every mime.
It's most fun to align with the stars,
and be there before they start-
it's also something to granitize,
because a stereo only blasts your demise...
The next motive is errant spangled hermetic story board sting
and you...
Silly as the strings tying together every ring.
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